One relatively minor thing about the war was that you never knew how to plan anything.  or what would happen the next day.  And now, even though the fighting has, for the moment stopped, and I’m far away I can’t plan for the future.  the calendar should help me out, but I keep getting lost in it.  what time? what country?  who is invited? to what? who pays? who eats?

can i speak hebrew here?  why not? no one seems to care?  will Mamdani win? is he really as clueless as he sounds? why do my best friends and relatives love him? is it because it’s been so bad here for so long? 

why do all the restaurants taste the same to me? why do all the storefronts seem to be peddling similar clothes?  how many bloomingdales are there in new york?